Where I'm From

I am from back country roads, from John Deere tractors and Lipton iced tea.

I am from the cool, beautiful, sweet smelling fields.

I am from the rhododendron my great grandmother planted, and the Black-eyed Susan's and Daisy's that cover the fields in the summers.

I am from lunch at Grandmas every Sunday and "I can do it myself" stubbornness, from the Irish Plum's and the Turner's that supply Native American to my roots, both sides rich with history.

I am from the long hard work on a farm and never giving up your dreams.

From I CAN do all things through Christ and I'll always believe and support you, no matter where your life leads you.

I am from a little white church where screams of Hallelujah and Praise God range through the walls. People falling in the Spirit and hearing laughter throughout.

I'm from Preston County, where in the winter people think every other day is a snow day.

With my roots tied to Ireland, my family always eating Tacos and Spaghetti, which aren't from our country but were our favorites.

From the coal mining days of my pap, and the farm he came to raise. From growing and picking our own vegetables to eating them on Sundays.

I am from going barefoot all summer and hating to wear real shoes when it started growing colder. From feeling the grass beneath my feet on the cool, country evening under the bright stars.

I am from camping and driving the tractor in the hay field while friends and family loaded it up, then relaxing and enjoying each other after the work was done.

I am from old photo albums at my grandparents, jewelry given to me that was my great grandmothers, and new photo albums that I am creating so I can share my life and never forget my greatest memories.

I am from living life to the fullest, giving it my all, and a never ending, unconditional love.